Yesterday felt all day like it should have been September first. Today is September first. The forecast is for 100 degree weather coming up over this holiday weekend into next week. Where is fall? Indian Summer is here before summer even began to fade. We did not see 100 degrees in August hardly at all, so God, what is with this sudden heat wave?
A librarian wrote me from a high school in Roanoke, Virginia inquiring about one of my books. They were dedicating a special book to the library in memory of a small life that God only graced the world with for two days. I was so honored to have my work chosen for this commemorative book dedication. Tears came with the thoughts. Memories of my grandson Grant that we lost five years ago at age eleven. Additional tears for his other grandmother that we lost a year ago suddenly without warning. Tears for my father-in-law and his passing two years ago this September and the fresh rawness of missing my own father who passed away in January of this year.
It does not seem to matter how long a life has been here with us, the simple part of conception begins the process and immediately lives and families are affected. At birth the joy of seeing a new baby is woven into the fabric of the community. The longer the life, the greater the joy spreads over the years. When it is a short life, it leaves you wondering in the years to come, what if... what would they be... how would they look? We seem to forever see them as they were. They have been set free with Him.
Everything has a ripple effect on our lives throughout the years. No matter how small the touch... it was made.
“Come, let us bow down in worship, let us kneel before the LORD our Maker; for he is our God and we are the people of his pasture, the flock under his care. Today, if only you would hear his voice,” Psalm 95:6-7
Words from my heart, Laurie
A Texas Artist Laurie Pace